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The Tinkerer Aug 2019
These feelings fall like tidal waves.
They're a beauty, so why do I suffocate?
Overwhelm me, I just can't escape,
It's dark, so here, I send up a flare.

It's hard, to keep my flair.
Buried within the world's glares.

I'm making me work,
A body, no head.
Pushing.
Might I have failed?
To accept I'm way too scared.

Letting my world down, myself.
After all I've done, all I've said.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't sad.
My dreams, I know they aren't dead,
In folds, they hid instead.

Don't know why this mount I can't climb.
God knows, for long I've tried.
Blown my integrity, I have no more pride.
I wish I could take this in my stride.

Down the barrel of this gun, I stare.
Not knowing where from here I fare.
No options, no allies.
I don't want this to be just a souvenir.

I'm tired, I'm drained.
These tidal waves,
Where do you take me?
Where?
Brought on through stress and the song Purge by bas.
Good name. After purging this here, my headache's subsided.
I'm able to breathe.
It's all still uncertain, come Monday, where I will be. But I need to see what I can do for all of this.
Just give me the options that may work, please. Show me a way.
I still love what I do, I've managed to just hit a wall I can't get through.

— The End —